This is a song about "Left"

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Life has put her to the test

With the rest who are left

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

That was good shit, is there any left

And i'm left for the corrections,

Had i not been exposed to these things

Got nothing left to say

And i be on the block all day

'till there's nothin' left.

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

She knows you masturbate left handed

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit